She kept stroking me until I was hard, then rose and guided my cock into herself. She groaned quietly, wincing as she sat down until I filled her completely.
“It still hurts?”
“Fuck me, I thought it would be easier the second time. Is my pussy too small or something?” She squirmed her hips, her walls gripping my cock tightly.
“Emma, I’m sorry it hurts but, my god, you feel amazing. I love how tight you are. Take your time. We both need to enjoy this.”
“Oh, I’m enjoying it alright. The pleasure is definitely worth the pain.” She rose slowly, sliding her pussy along my cock as her juices began to ease the discomfort. She sat down on me again and wiggled her ass. “Mmm, it is easier after all.”
“You seem to get very wet, very fast.”
“That’s a good thing, I guess.”
“Oh, yes, that’s a good thing. My god, you’re sexy, Emma.”
She locked her mouth to mine and ground her ass against my hips, forcing my cock to swirl inside herself, stretching her. She got looser, wetter and was soon riding me fast and hard. Her pussy walls held my cock tightly as she rode me, her breasts bouncing. I held her nipples between my fingers, stretching them. She sat forward and rocked her hips, forcing my cock against her clit as she stared into my eyes. She bit her lip and moved faster.
“Oh, god, yes…” she panted. “I’m close, so close.”
I held her hips as she gyrated her pussy around my cock. I felt my own climax rising. I’d never made love with someone like her. She was small, and oh so tight, yet forceful and in charge. I’d never experienced such intense, erotic sensations. I was breathing hard as my gut tightened.
“I’m close, too.”
“Cum for me, Jeff. Cum with me.”
“Emma, you have to get off…”
Suddenly, she arched back and gasped. “Oh, FUCK! Oh Jeff, yes! Yes!” She ground her pussy down around me, climaxing hard, her belly spasming. “Yes!”
“Emma, get off me!”
I tried to pull out but couldn’t. She had me locked inside herself. My cock throbbed and pulsed as I came deep inside her, filling her with my seed. The orgasm roared through my body…
She collapsed down against me, panting. I lifted her up, trying to pull myself out of her.
“Emma.”
She pushed herself up off me, finally realising what had happened. She looked down and watched my cum start to ooze out of her.
“Oh, shit.”
“Exactly. Get up, Honey. Come with me, quickly. There are still some of Aunt Helen’s things upstairs. If we’re lucky…”
We hurried up to the closet in the second-floor hallway. I searched through the towels, bedsheets and odd bits that were tucked away, things I’d never gotten around to dealing with. I found what I was looking for, spun around, and handed it to her.
“Here it is. Have you used one of these before?”
She held up the curved tube with the squeeze bulb attached.
“Umm, no? What is this thing?”
“It’s a douche, Emma. Go fill it with water.”
“And then what?”
I took it from her. “Never mind. Come with me.” I led her to the main bathroom. “Now, sit on the toilet while I fill this up.” She watched as I ran the water until it was warm, then filled the bulb and attached the tube. “Put this up inside and squeeze.”
She stared at it, then slowly took it from me, spread her pussy and pushed it up inside.
“Now, squeeze.”
She shivered as the water flowed out of her. She looked up at me, concerned.
“You think this will actually work?”
“I really don’t know. It’s a long shot but it’s gotta be better than nothing.”
“I’m sorry, Jeff. I lost my mind there for a minute. I didn’t want it to stop.”
“I know, Honey. I know.” I stroked her cheek as she flushed herself clean. “It’s kinda difficult to think straight.”
She leaned into me and nestled her head against my waist. I held her close, rocked her gently and stroked her hair, then straightened up and handed her a towel. She dried herself and got up.
“I’m pretty close to the end of my cycle. That means I’m less likely to get pregnant, right?”
“As far as I know, yes.” I cupped her face in my hands. “But, hey, it’s okay. As you said, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, right?”
It was late in the evening. We’d spent most of the day together, lounging, cuddling, enjoying this new relationship. Obviously, making love was going to be a regular thing, so she’d slipped out to buy some of the necessary kit from the drugstore nearby.
There was no doubt that I loved her, truly loved her. In the years since Helen passed, although a few women made it clear they wanted to pursue a relationship, there wasn’t anyone I cared for enough to make that happen. To be honest, the thought of building a new life with someone, starting over, had always seemed too much. Emma changed that. The more I got to know her, the more I wanted that new life, a life with her in it. From outside, no doubt it seemed impossible, but with her, with the way she had captured my heart – all those challenges, the age difference, our families, friends, her career – none of that was insurmountable. I knew deep down that this was right, this was a good thing. We could make this work, would make this work.
She moved her things into my bedroom, insisting that we share the same bed. It was clear that this was a serious relationship for her. I felt relieved to know that, in her mind, this wasn’t a short-term thing. I knew that to lose her would be very, very difficult. The way she assumed that this was our new normal, that we were a couple, surprised me but in a good way. It just felt right. We were equals, and I loved having her as my partner. She brought a new joy into my life, a fresh perspective.
I was out on my own one night with my two closest friends, sharing pints at our local pub. We were having a laugh, throwing darts, just a few middle-aged guys out for an evening.
“What’s gotten into you lately, Jeff?” asked Dave. “You’ve either won the lottery or you’re in love. And I know you don’t play the lottery.”
George was about to throw a dart but stopped and turned to me. “Yeah, what’s been up with you? Who’s the lucky woman?”
“C’mon guys, maybe I’m just in a better mood these days,” I said.
“No, there’s more to it than that. There’s something you’re not telling us,” Dave said, giving me a suspicious look. “It has to be a woman. C’mon, spill it.”
I nervously rubbed the back of my neck. I knew there was no chance of them letting this go. I shrugged, trying my best to sound casual. “I suppose Emma has affected me a little. She got me out biking again. We’ve done some hikes up along the ridge. I don’t know, maybe she’s helped me clear the cobwebs a little.”
Dave chuckled. “More than a little, Jeff.”
“Who’s this Emma we’re talking about?” George asked.
“His niece. She moved in with him at the beginning of this term.” Dave looked at me suspiciously. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s done more than clear a few cobwebs.”
I felt my cheeks redden. “C’mon guys. She’s my sister’s daughter.”
Dave smirked. “Yeah? So what?”
“Yeah, Jeff, why the red face? Let’s hear it. You’re not getting out of here ’til you come clean,” George insisted.
I sighed. “Alright, look, you guys can’t take this further that where we’re sitting, got it?” They both nodded, staring intently at me. “Emma and I have gotten close. Really close.”
Dave slid his finger in and out of his closed fist. “You mean ‘close’ close?”
I looked away, feeling my face get hot.
He sat back and looked at George. “Holy shit, he’s fucking his niece.”
“C’mon, guys. Don’t turn this into a porn film. We love each other. Emma wants to stay with me when she’s done school. This is serious.”
The three of us sat silent. I worried about how they would react. Would they write me off as some old pervert having a midlife crisis? Would they tell others? Would they report me, saying I’d committed a crime?
“One of you say something, anything,” I said.
Dave spoke up. “You really did hit the jackpot after all, you lucky son-of-a-bitch. I mean, my god, Emma? She’s one hot number.” He turned to George. “You should see her. Drop-dead gorgeous. She’d give you wood at fifty paces.”
“Hey, c’mon, Dave, you’re talking about my niece.”
He looked at me. “Yeah, sorry, but I gotta say, I’m more than a little jealous right now.” He ran his hands through his hair. “My god,” he said again. “Emma? Wow.” He pulled his cell phone out and started dialling.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked.
He held up his hand. “Hang on, hang on. Just doing a little research.” A moment later he had someone on the line. “Yeah, Larry, it’s Dave… Good, good. Hey, you do family law, right?… Tell me, how close can you be related before they say you can’t, well, you know… yeah… what about, say, an uncle and niece, maybe… That close? It’s a what? What the hell is… Oh, I see… What? No! It’s a pub quiz, you’re my phone-a-friend! Jeez… Okay, thanks. Later.” He put his phone down. “Wow, I had no idea.”
He had me worried. “What was that all about?”
“That was Jan’s husband, the lawyer. He says it’s actually legal to marry your niece in this country. You lucky, lucky bastard.” He leaned closer. “Is that where this is heading?”
“To be honest, we haven’t thought that far ahead. I had no idea that was even possible here.”
George finally spoke up. “You’re sure about this, Jeff? This is the real deal?”
“I am, and it is.”
He held out his hand. “Congratulations, man. For sure, it’s not what I’d call the normal way of things, but it couldn’t happen to a better guy. I’m happy for ya.” He shook my hand, reached over and grabbed my shoulder, giving it a good squeeze. “When do I get to meet this vision of beauty Dave is talking about?”
“To be honest, I’m not sure. I actually can’t believe what I’m hearing. I didn’t think you two would be onside with this. We weren’t planning on telling anyone, not for a long time, if ever.”
Dave chuckled. “If I were in your shoes, I’d be yelling it from the college clock tower. But then, she’s not my niece. What about her parents, your sister? She’ll nail your balls to the wall if she finds out.”
“Exactly. Which is why you two need to keep shtum. Obviously, Nora will have to know eventually, but it needs to be from us, not some rumour flying around.”
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